Thoughts and pondering
I’m patient in the great scheme
Impatient seems like a missprint
It’s a fineline in between
I prayed for your healing
I know God is a healer
God given wisdom told me
to be patient
I am a fool when
it comes to your healing
I wonder why
God is
so slow
the minor bickering
the slight unpleasant encounters
the accumulative unkindness
giving an inkling of
a disaster in the making
we could not fathom
the digital world
how
it is taking over paper
which once was
the greatest invention
I wonder
how did the people
in the ancient world
comprehend
the magical paper
liberated them from
carrying rolls of bamboo slips
filled with ink
the irony is
we have libraries at
our finger tips
yet
our literacy world
is slowly dying
is this
just like
the many commercial benefits
of bamboo
but afterall
it is considered
a noxious weed
I have learned that nectar is food for
bees, hummingbirds and butterflies
they are attracted to
the colours of the outer appearance
and the scent it gives out
they all show affection
however
only bees are reliant on it
hummingbirds and butterflies
are open to other attractions
why do we want to save yesterday
why are we waiting for tomorrow
does it matter today is a flaw
how come I am speechless
how come I am missing a rib
where is the wind blowing from
how is the frost bringing about
all I see is barren land
what can I do about it
what am I searching for
what have I learned
what have I lost
Which heart got hurt
昨天留来干什么
明天又等待什么
今天过得微恙又如何
怎么缺了口
怎么少了根筋
哪里来的风
哪里下的霜
满日的苍然
要来干什么
找什么
得到什么
失了什么
伤了那颗心
I am sitting upon the same rock
facing the ocean
thinking how all these years
I keep calling, calling…my heart
There has been always empty echos
And yet, I am still here
calling, calling..my dear heart
as if I stop
all these 22 years fulfil a lie
My heart will cripple in emptiness
not an ounce of strength to grief
I keep calling, calling…my only heart
Till my hair all grey
Till my heart frail
I will go in peace knowing
Across the seas
your eyes are dim
your bones are aching
You lived the lie that I would never stand smiling at you
just like the day we first met
curious, unpretentious and loyal.
When all you know is turbulence
Will you tell the sea is calm?
When all you’ve been through is futile
Will you still long for maybe?
When all you taste is bitter vile
Will you remember the dew once on your lips?
When all you sense is darkness closing in day after day
Will you even contemplate the rays?
When all of you is an open wound
Will you? Will you let me in?
( Image from tinybuddha.com )
Violet comes in many shades
Accustomed to how black I feel today
Letting perfect to be its own play
Enter the stage is trespassing
Nothing in life is perfect
Time is certainly becoming my witness
In the remote distance you are my perfection
No smell, no touch, no taste
Euphoria is where wild imagination stays
Facing a raw wide open wound
I have no magic hands to heal
All that I have I give to dress the wound
in due time
it heals with its own stamina.
Flowing from a pure heart
dripping kind intended words
washing mud, dust and grime
or anything irritating, infecting or scaring
placing tender loving caring gauze
covering with a prayer of blessing
May your wound be healed
with the little persistent gesture I express
I am no nurse no carer
I am a stranger in the cyber space
Only my soul sees your pain and tear
All that I have I give to dress your wound
There is a fine line between:
A champion and who is motivated by the joy of the journey
A clown and who tastes only pain
A craftsman and who understands his limitation to perfection
A daydreamer and who follows the dream
A giver and who also counts receiving as a blessing
A leader and who leads by serving
A performer and who sees through the performance
A providers and who leans on God’s provision
A thinker and who advances the idea
Flicker of Thoughts 